Though the road forward shortens, the paths taken to this waystation were bendy and to my liking. Often bumpy, some trackless. What made the journey memorable were the souls who shared steps with me along the way. Too many are gone from my life, but not my heart.
Other than a lot of squawking and running in circles when we tried catching them, the girls and two roosters handled the trip to the barn without any ill effect.
Firstborn, on the other hand, had a heck of a job just getting to them.
Fresh hay, chicken chow—and a treat of black oil sunflower seed—water. All set. Happy hens.
The views from the windows at the height of rounds 1 & 2. The icicles are 8' long, hanging precipitously but too high up to reach and dislodge. Walking around the house means taking it wide.
We had close to a foot when it started, and that included 1.5" of ice from sleet and freezing rain. The drifting makes it tough to figure out how much more we got, but it's 20" for sure.
This is a "before":
And after round 1. Firstborn has to use the honking big snowblower because Deere John, the one with the front end loader, blew a front tire.
This morning dawned bright and lovely, with the wind howling at 20 mph and drifts piling up like we haven't seen them in years.
The chickens were safely locked in the hen house, but there were 3' drifts everywhere. They were effectively buried. Firstborn dug another path and then we carried them, two-by-two, hanging upside down, into the barn. Firstborn fixed up the spare stall with fresh hay, grain and water.
Next task: clear the driveway.
Farm living is the life for me!
Spring ... are we? There?
It's been round after round of panic shopping, which in the Lehigh Valley in my corner of PA, ranks up there with all the xxxgeddons ... you know, it's major league, we're gonna be stranded without eggs, bread, cheese, snacks, shrimp platters... In other words, we're all gonna die!
We haven't yet, but <she says this smugly> I have yet to miss a panic attack, uh, I mean a shopping opportunity. Especially at Wegmans. In case you don't have one, I urge you to start a petition to get one in your area, because Wegmans is destination shopping at its finest. I honestly don't know how I managed so many years with just Shop Rite and Weis and Giant.
Round one was a good'un. It dumped 9.5" of plump, fluffy snow. It caught Penndot with their britches down and their plows up. I guess they were still jawing on the 1-3" on the original forecast and forgot to look out the window when it came down heavy enough I couldn't see the barn from the house.
Firstborn worked from home which was good since the commute to the day job is 45 minutes on maybe one of the worst stretches of highway in the state. When everything was said and done, he got the tractor out, with the bucket, and made short work of clearing the steep driveway.
We managed to get my truck stuck at the bottom of the driveway when it melted and froze and black ice sent my beastie sideways into a tree. I managed to climb out the driver side (Your Grace) and make my way up the hill. It took another round with Deere John and metal doodads that slide under the rear tires to get that puppy to move. Other than a slight dent, it's fine (and it's 10 years old so barely noticeable anyway).
Then came today. I woke up at 5am to the pounding of sleet. It sounded like it was going to break the windows. That accumulated to 2"" or so and then we had freezing rain to top it off.
The snowplows had to push the tractor trailers up the hill. I've never seen anything like that. They'd shove one up and over, then do a U-ey and run down to help another one. That was my entertainment for the day.
Yes, it's pretty. But, heavens to murgatroyd! Enough already. Because if I want to go anywhere, I need to clean that off the truck.
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